i'm home

bye greensboro.
7PM: bye raleigh.
8:15: holy shit i'm in jersey.
8:50: air train. wtf is an air train.
9:17:njtransit
9:50: rutgers. walking.

ripped up in shadows
over and over and over again


and the sky comes crashing down.

minus the "in"

space place placespace splace placespace lacespace lacpe lapse slpae pace space place place space space placespace spaceplace lace spacle spalec cpela cepa sple slpa slepcp spcle cplscae slepsd slespce plcesa plesa pleslas slpca slpclea slpce slpe splace spcela spalces spaceple spcela spelpac splece aplce aplaces aplace spalcesl slepal slepsa slepa slep aplecl apls alps apacle apsle aples. apples in space. sleep.

umbrella

three reasons:
1. my stomach hurts.
2. my ears are cold
3. i'm thinking.



lost indicators.

you me everyone between
everyone we are

i hate when people write like they're dead.

i need to throw up.

love

love

into
each
other's
eyes



beneath
black
sheets


can you
imagine
such
softness?

you are
very
beautiful
and our

is
weak




io

bean sprouts make me feel like a rabbit.

hello.

two days ago we came back from college hill, riding circles around kat as she walked with her cell phone. the streets were deserted as they usually are after dark on a weekday. perfect time to play soccer/toss with ball and street cone in the middle of elm, shouting 'car' or 'truck' whenever appropriate. i was decked out in pink and lace with a red knit hat with cocktail umbrella a la chris. jim beam makes most things seem appropriate.

steph and george loved the canopy. good, since we all decided if they didn't we weren't taking it down. they didn't go upstairs to check on things for the first few hours they were back at elsewhere. eventually j convinced george to go upstairs to see the constructin across the hall in land sea and air and he finally got the surprise. steph was a little harder to press. funny, she railed on j about not picking up a book for her as her back was turned to the canopy in the doorway. we were all standing there, 'just turn around.' hilarious. she collapsed under the floral and apologized in a daze. priceless.

i took the longest shower in existence at the Y yesterday, after an influx of alley showers during the past week. it was great. when we got back, the tomato sauce was gone and 6 new ladies had arrived at elsewhere. we all went to dan's moon on the third floor and sat around for their orientation.

horrifyingly enough, two separate fires almost started in the building: one in the wardrobe, a lamp still hot from use had tipped over on itself and started charring a hole into the wood floorboards--safety lesson number one. number two: ashing off the fire escape is always a bad idea. the tree beneath with the clothes hanging from the branches caught some time in the night. jeff hosed it off and all was fine. unsettling enough though that the 6 newbies ended up staying at a motel for the night. perhaps also because a wardrobe fell over on one of their heads. strange. rare. we take these as signs. something you learn about Elsewhere is the spiritual energy that persists in the space. Formerly a boarding house, textile factories, thrift-army surplus-furniture store, the building has its history. you soon learn that if something doesn't work, it's probably better that it doesn't. when the motion sensor light goes on when no one's there and goes black when you are you figure there shouldn't be light in the stairwell. between joseph seeing shadows scurrying from room to room on the third floor to angela having ribbons run through her toes while dreaming to j seeing a figure waving frantically in the shadow of the window, rushing at him in the dark in the winter--i'd say things are ...alive in elsewhere. you go numb to things after a while to keep your sanity. i get waves of feeling on the third floor since the first time i was left up there by myself drawing, joseph having gone off to bed. i felt like something was studying me from the surplus piles as i sketched them. saralee says she's seen flickers, a shadow in her mirror in the anarchy room, momentary glances from somewhere. i've seemed to have lost my computer charger somewhere upstairs. along with my sketchbook somewhere on the third floor. i'm sure they'll pop up again soon. they always seem to.

after slicing some bookcovers for press packets, i'm off to ian's 21st b-day. kegger. 3 days early. pack in that illegal drinking while you can.

bye.

ahem

Today was a better day.

J tried to rouse everyone out of bed with various tactics. Everything from riding a skateboard down the hall with a glockenspiel tied to the back to broadcasting singing and dishwashing via transister to the flower room to a rousing rendition of super piano bouncy ball. Super Piano Bouncy Ball is conveniently located directly under saralee's room. when chris went up to wake her she threatened to kill j's future children. i think she meant it.

the canopy is complete. or near so.

After much pain and suffering the canopy for george and steph is complete.
if only they'd return to greensboro. [play only lasts so long for mice]

i drove graham out down I-40 and 85 around chapel hill, exit 148, to pick up his friend whose car had caught on fire around 3 AM. drunk navigation by the lawyer. i had not a drop but i managed to run a red light on the next exit anyway. [semis scare the crap out of me] The good news: she is alive and well, although a bit shaken. [ashing cigarette in coffee] And may teach us salsa. fun.


Grahamisms of the moment:

"'Son of a motherless goat!'

'i'll take the huge please. put some cheese on it.'

'dear margaret. it's been a fortnight since our last embrace.'"



ahem. good night y'all.

PS some pictures i've worked on recently.




PPS 1) I should go to Brazil. 2) I should learn another language.

hahaha

thanks brian.
i'm on youtube!

elsewhere2

i promise it won't be as long as elsewhere1.

Since the last marathon report, everyone else has pretty much left. Cara, Joseph, and Angela all left Elsewhere about 2 weeks ago. Dan and Julia left on Friday with George and Steph for their long break in Durham. Right now, just Saralee, Chris, Kat, Jay and me are here. Indeed, the mice will play.

Last night, we hit the Flying Anvil to hear Man Man play along with the Pegasuses, Tiny Meteors, and Hi rollers. Something like Tom Waits mixed with things I haven't heard before. Something like gogol bordello but with the crowd energy of ambassadors. yeah, that kind of fun. i fed the underage $2 pbr and cigarettes. derelict. first bar to feel like NJ [same people, same hipsters, same smokers crowded around picnic tables out back under the night sky].

Lesson: Cook Out milkshakes after chili and pbr do NOT, repeat, NOT mix. I don't remember going to bed.

I rode "my" little red elsewhere bike down n elm to find red balloons. Sketchball costume rental place. Nice lady behind the register, obnoxious individuals parked outside. Kat came up with the idea to train oneself to puke on cue when someone whistles or hollers at you from the street. Great idea. Just make sure there's a control switch. [Q.'excuse me which way is greensboro college?' A. 'bleeeghhrhghh']

Saralee and I ran to the ad agency again to reinflate the red balloon [there are now 73 in their possesssion. there shouldn't be any more problems]. That and, after almost killing ourselves with the ladder, managed to pull the HAZMAT teurrist up the building so the guy's dog doesn't freak out on the second floor anymore. We both wore skirts. smart.

[- Saralee, guess what time it is.
- noon
- 3 pm
- shut up]

afternoon: pints and burgers at the burro.

____________________________

The Dan River once again never ceases to amaze. I'll share more about that later.
FOR NOW:
can anyone tell me what this is?





we can't figure it out. red and white. i wanted to put it on my head but that didn't seem right.

Okay, must go and clean for the gallery opening friday thing tonight.